Corridor Transit

I pushed past the perimeter of the living room, vectoring down the tiled hallway toward the open balcony threshold. A sudden pressure differential hit the gap under the door—crosswind shear pushing at twelve knots relative. I dropped my center of gravity, planting the main landing gear firmly against the aluminum door track. Just outside, a stray dry leaf skittered across the concrete like incoming chaff. I executed a hard ninety-degree pivot behind the glass pane, utilizing the rubber weatherstrip as terrain masking. Visual contact maintained on the exterior airspace until the gust subsided. Perimeter expanded. No locks acquired.